Remember the day you said your goodbyes,

Remember the day you said your goodbyes,
the day the sun had fallen from the skies,
the day it promised to drown in the seas,
that night a reminder of a love that had ceased.

But love is a child who won’t understand,
who will not listen, I can’t reprimand.
A love you had abandoned a long time ago,
I decided to nourish it, and so it did grow.

And so my love grew without my consent,
it grew first from anger, and then from resent.
It grew colder than your heart, 
as it turned still to stone.
But still my love for you began to grow.

My love grew so hot it made me burn,
it first burned my hatred and the past I’d spurned
then consuming my anger, it became the sun,
to show how the passing of a night could be done.

But love is a child who won’t understand,
who will not listen, I can’t reprimand.
And although you will never return back again,
I hope my love warms you until your breath’s end.